Beakons of Hope
Free my will finally at last
Reasons unknown
God keep me from being destructive to myself
Highly sought is your Favor, to keep me from despairing in my lonely thoughts
I have at night
The Devil doesn't know it, it's his own foot that is caught in the snare
As I seek your guidance and look to the stars to find my path
What is known, it all depends on You
It's all in Your hands
What the Future brings, Oh! my God I hope to see you there
In Heaven where I store my treasure
I only hope to see your face
That I smile and put away this put away this gloomy feeling that I have
As a lamp your word lights my path
As I observe your Holiness
It's the example to my eyes
Help me to realize what to do at the moment I cry for help
Let it be as a reminder to all those who have been in a jam
Bye Bye,
don’t cry
Trump did you bad
So sad, you have to go!
Miss-handler
promised the moon
and did not deliver
Loyalty fell short,
you must abort
now join Noam
and don’t let the door
kick you in the s’ass-afras!
And good riddance~
A young gay lad in old Amsterdam
Found himself entangled in a jam
Arrested in a pub
Near a genteel club
He thought himself something of a ham.
Written November 9, 2022
Jim’s fingers are grimy, oh dear
He has a solution I hear
As Jim loves to bake
Scone mixture he’ll make
Of his cakes I am steering clear!
Jan’s in a bit of a jam
My microwave’s a sticky mess
Strawberry pulp’s splashed on my dress
I must find a programme
On how to make fruit jam
Mine’s dreadful I’ve gotta confess
Written after I did gardening this morning… and then baked scones go with my paltry effort of attempting to make strawberry jam in the microwave. It boiled over and was everywhere was covered with a gloopy mess , took me 20 mins to clean up but I retrieved what I could and boiled it and made some passable fruit conserve
06/26/20
I’m stuck in traffic
Crawling like a slimy slug
Why call it rush hour?
4th April 2015
the fruit melts away
in a bubble of froth
inviting summer to stay
in time-locked broth
Plum got in a jam,
pear tried to pull
him out, only to get
in a jam also.
Grapes so kind
were they came
to rescue their friends
but ended up joining them.
Now they all sit
in a jar, just waiting
for you to spread them
on a slice of bread.
wrote 5-8-07
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